I hate that I love you so much.

One touch from you, and I was stuck to you like super glue.

Two kisses upon my lips, and I lost feeling through my finger tips; you had me so weak, that I needed you to carry my spirit and my pride that no one could possibly love me as much as you did.

I love you so much, so much. Absolutely too much.

The temptation of your body against mine on a sunny day, that your presence covered me with shade, and I forgot about how lonely I was yesterday, so I wanted you to be my comfort always.

But as the rain fell the day after, I knew you wouldn't stay.

And as my pride lessened, I knew that no one could possibly love me as much as you did.

And as my lonliness grew, your comfort that I wanted lessened too.

I hate that I love you so much.

Because everytime I think of you, I always see something that I knew, but I lost it to someone , whom I felt didn't deserve you.

Three nights of stolen comfort you took from me.

Four tears, that stung my face, but I liked the pain, only because it always stayed with me.

Five fingers, balled up into a fist,

I hate you,

I hate you,

I hate you,

I hate you!

I hate you, but I love you so damn much, that my hatred didn't even matter anymore.

Six weeks of missing you, and I thought love would never restore.

It was like seven bullets to the heart, though, I never been shot, but I figured it was damn near close to the feeling.

Eight stares; I kept glancing at you with her.

You seemed happy, but I knew something better.

I knew that you still loved me because after that nineth glance of you, you took the tenth one, staring back at me.

I hate that I love you.

I hate,

I hate,

I hate,

But I still love.